Lyon's eyes remained fixed on my pale face, his entire body tense as if he were struggling to control his emotions.

After what felt like an eternity, he suddenly walked toward me.

As he approached, I tightened my grip on the doorframe instinctively. I took a deep breath and started, "Mr. Monroe, the timing for this baby was less than ideal, and we are finished. I have a right to decide what goes on-"

No sooner had I begun than Lyon stood right in front of me. My heart raced, believing he was going to do something to hurt me. Instead, he gently swept me up into his arms.

His...